Thursday, May 14, 2020

139. Elk Creek Falls


            I read somewhere that the highest waterfall in the state of Idaho is Elk Creek falls just outside of Elk River. I don’t know if that means from the top of the top fall to the bottom of the lowest or if it is just the highest of the three. I’m assuming the former. At any rate, I find the falls to be a mesmerizing delight for which I have great respect. Each of the three falls plunge from great heights into pools of significant depth—the depth mainly caused by the continuous pounding of the earth beneath. These falls flow over basalt rock that is typical of Idaho and they are in the northern part of the state where it is heavily timbered. You can’t drive right up to the falls so you have to hike into them. This makes the falls, like so much of Idaho, remote and relatively unknown. they are not, however, in a roadless area, so hiking access is relatively simple. Access to the falls is just a short distance from the tiny town of Elk River which is a little burg at the end of the road with full access to the area around the North Fork of the Clearwater River and Dworshak Reservoir. Elk Creek, the water of which flows over those falls, is, in fact, a tributary of the North Fork of the Clearwater.
            This area is achingly beautiful with the seemingly endless coniferous forests of the Clearwater, Bitterroot and Northern Rockies. You really need to hike there in late spring, summer and early autumn when you don’t have to worry about too much snow and falling down the great cliffy heights. Even when the trails are relatively safe, you should never take the area for granted. There have been people who have fallen to their deaths in this area. The hike itself is moderately difficult but only because of the distance and you can easily make it shorter by only hiking to one of the three falls. Because I live only an hour’s drive away I like to take visitors and friends to the falls because it’s an easy daytrip with little fanfare. Arrival at the falls always brings a sense of calm and awe. It’s kind of a “Oh, yeah, no big deal. Just another little unheard of spot in Idaho.” Of course, in any other state it would probably be touted as a major attraction but here it is just a little local spot that many people throughout the state don’t even know about. And why should they? All of Idaho is full of such gems that only the locals are aware of and while they don’t exactly keep them to themselves, they don’t shout it from the rooftops either. Keeping things quiet and simple is how things are done in Idaho and that’s certainly why such quiet, awe inspiring beauty escapes effusive commentary in travel magazines.
            I like places like Elk Creek Falls and I’m thankful that I live in such an area that during quarantine I can easily go to, be alone and recreate myself so that the general anxiety and fear of this time can be set aside. Elk Creek Falls keep things in perspective and remind me that in the scheme of all creation we are just a drop in the ever-flowing stream. There is something bigger, more beautiful, and more important than us yet we are still known and cared for. Elk Creek Falls gives pause to contemplate all of this. And it’s nice that you have to work a little bit to get to those falls and have a moment to contemplate the beauty of our being. I am very thankful for Elk Creek Falls.

Wednesday, May 6, 2020

138. Health Care Workers #hcwshoutout


            About 18 years ago my youngest son got a virus, Roseola, and he became very ill after he seemed to be over the initial virus. We now know he has Leigh’s Syndrome and his body takes extra time to recover from a virus even after the actual virus has run its course. When it happened, he was three and just at that time in life where he was beginning to talk quite a bit and roam all over the place playing and exploring. But that all came crashing down so that he was reduced to using furniture to walk around, showing no signs of wanting to play, extremely lethargic, and eating far more than normal. Within a two-week period, he gained over ten pounds. We were frantic with worry and taking him to our family doctor almost every day. Our doctor ordered an MRI suggesting our boy had a metabolic disorder. Of course we had no idea what that meant but he wasn’t getting better. Our doctor, seeing the rapid deterioration of our son’s health, sent us to Seattle Children’s emergency room where we were admitted on a Friday afternoon in April. Seattle Children’s is a teaching hospital so we were overwhelmed by teams of researchers, therapists, etc. because our son was experiencing something almost inexplicable.
            That Sunday night in the hospital Bryson began to choke and cough up blood for no apparent reason. Immediately a team brought a portable x-ray machine to the room to find that his lungs were filling with blood. They took him to the Pediatric Intensive Care Unit where they put him on a ventilator. All night long we watched in terror as they worked on him unable to stabilize him. Finally, they put him on ECMO (extra corporeal membrane oxygenator), a machine to oxygenate his blood outside of his body. It seemed like the last resort and we were even given the option of removing him from all life support with the distinct possibility that he might die anyway with this strange mitochondrial disease that they now believed he had. These doctors and nurses worked tirelessly through the night, overshooting their shifts by several hours to save our son. I have heard similar stories of people with Covid-19 also being put on ventilators and ECMO, and of course, the stories I have heard have been of survivors. ECMO is not readily available to hospitals.
            Just because we are being overwhelmed now by a disease that is crippling our hospitals due to great need does not mean that sacrificing so much time, energy, and personal well being is new to our medical professionals. It was doctors and nurses who worked on my son through the night to stabilize him. It was therapists who worked daily with my son to get him to swallow, sit up, talk, and eventually walk again. It was social workers, hospital staff, and cafeteria workers who guided us down the path to recovery as a family and kept our finances stable by assisting us with medical bills and housing away from home. It was our family physician who directed us to Children’s Hospital to the life saving skills of that institution. It is the medical researchers who study disease, genetics, and human behavior that guide us all through these terrifying times. None of this is new, we’re just now fully taking note of who our heroes are.
            I have not taken this for granted, nor has my family as we have, with great care and help, battled heart disease, mitochondrial disease, and breast cancer here in the United States and the United Kingdom. My oldest son has decided to become a doctor because of how his own life has been shaped by both the terrors of disease and the loving care of medical care workers who have become life long friends. I am so grateful for health care workers all over the world and my heart is heavy thinking about them at this time and the incredible burden that they are bearing for all of us. It’s true that everything about the American health care system is not great, but those workers are the best people in the world (those workers all over the world), sacrificing so much so that we can live healthy productive lives. I cannot be more thankful for these people. #hcwshoutout